Back to the ’90s

In the 1980s we fell in love with Marty McFly, time travel, and DeLoreans. Thanks to Stephen Spielberg, Robert Zemeckis, and a host of others, Back to the Future was one of the most iconic movies of the decade and one of the best-selling trilogy series of all-time.

I was born in the ’80s, but the decade following would be the decade of my generation. Wedged between the end of Generation X and the beginning of Generation Y were, the Nineties.

Back to the Future was distributed by Universal Pictures 1985-1990

“Back to the Future” distributed by Universal Pictures 1985-1990

I recently caught a spellbinding, three-part series about the 1990s on The National Geographic Channel. They called it The Last Great Decade.

I remember the ’90s well: I loved baseball and was in love with Kelly Kapowski. I searched for Jesus and watched my  cassette tapes become compact discs. My collection ranged from Snoop Dogg to DC Talk, Nirvana to Hootie and the Blowfish.

However, as I watched this program, I relived the moments that, at the time, had carelessly passed by my innocent eyes. Like a DeLorean for my subconscious, the images and stories brought back memories and emotions to my now-adult mind.

The decade that brought me all the awkwardness of middle school and the discovery of high school was the decade that added so much uncertainty to a troublesome social, political, and cultural climate.

The ’90s

I remember Jeffrey Dahmer.

My family was vacationing in White Lake, North Carolina, with some friends as the story flooded the news headlines about his cannibalistic killing spree outside of Milwaukee. I was terrified that he had escaped to a lake in Eastern North Carolina. I didn’t sleep for days.

I remember the Rodney King riots.

South Los Angeles run amuck with hatred; pure, uninhibited evil. Across the country I headed into my inner-city middle school, wondering if my black classmates hated me. I’m sure they wondered the same about me.

I remember David Koresh and The Waco Standoff.

The harsh jokes and government ridicule that followed. It seemed insensitive to me; I recalled thinking about those people burning to death in that compound.

I remember the white Ford Bronco chase.

I was twelve and we had just won our Little League Championship. We celebrated our victory and watched the footage unfold; OJ was subsequently acquitted for the murders he committed.

I remember my first computer and dial-up internet.

Windows ’96 graced the screen and that annoying sound radiated from this machine. I didn’t fully understand what it all meant; it just seemed so cool at the time. Turns out I still have my first AOL screen name, SpecialH00. Don’t ask me why.

I remember the infidelities of then-President Bill Clinton.

At seventeen I was a bit naive. What was fellatio? Why would our President be accused of being with someone other than his wife? I particularly remember that most Democrats didn’t seem to care, and most Republicans were furious. The bipolar Us vs. Them political system embedded into my brain.

I remember Columbine.

Our worst fears were no longer song lyrics or Hollywood dramatizations; they now paraded the hallways of our schools with shotguns and pipe bombs. They brought fear into our living rooms. I wondered what I would have done had I been there.

I remember the rise and fall of celebrities like Kurt Cobain. Tragic stories of everyday people elevated by the media spotlight. A mountain of fame and fortune tumbled downhill to misery, loneliness, hopelessness, and suicide.

And the list of memories and events goes on…

The experience was surreal as I looked back twenty years through the lenses of hindsight. In a way, I was able to transport my mind back to that time, but with the wisdom I have today. I saw myself between the ages of nine and nineteen; the world around me changing. I was changing as well.

Then it hit me. During the ’90s, I lost my innocence.

On the outside, most people saw a kid who found his identity in his studies, his athletics, and his family. It was a likeable façade. But on the inside, I was questioning, searching, continually becoming. Deep down, I carried the pressure to fit in and be accepted. I know now that pressure was no different from the laundry list of news headlines above.

People on the hunt for meaning and purpose.

On a quest for answers, we tasted various worldly delights, seeing if they brought us the satisfaction our hearts longed for.

On my hunt, I snuck alcohol from a friend on numerous occasions that left me sick and incredibly guilty. I used words – awful, cutting words – as a way to appear cool or to fit in. I viewed images I can’t erase from my mind – as much as I would like to – as sexuality became a contender for my affections. I listened to music with pointless, damaging lyrics; many of which I can still recite today.

But, at some point, I finally realized that none of these things filled the void. Now that’s not to say there weren’t continued periods of struggle; there were. And the list continues.

Filling the Void

The stories above are littered with individuals who never filled the void. The snowball effect of tasting all life had to offer corrupted their veins as they succumbed to its illicit, unfulfilling delight.

I’m not suggesting the religious implications of any of these particular individuals, nor am I attempting to judge them for their shortcomings, because I believe there is one person whom I will have to answer to for my own actions and doing so will be hard enough.

I am simply trying to make a suggestion that these people, at some point, made a choice. And then they made another choice. And another. Decision upon decision to process their realities in such a way that led them down paths of destruction. Even in difficult circumstances we possess the ability to choose our response. Therein lies our flaw. These headlines seem to surprise us overnight, when, in fact, these events are actually the culmination of continued, poor decisions that we fail to address.

But it didn’t have to be that way. And it doesn’t now.

A life of the brink of hope can easily fall into despair and vice versa.

I owe my gratitude to so many: a family who continually poured into me and my passions; who asked the tough questions and loved me through the process; the childhood friend whose father drove us to AWANA every Tuesday night to fellowship and learn about the Lord; the high school chemistry teacher who hosted Fellowship of Christian Athletes at his home every week; the Young Life leader who invited me on a mission trip.

These people really made a difference in my life, eternally impacting it for the better. Their continued influence gave me hope that there was something more than what the world kept spitting at me. They helped me process everything I saw in popular culture and on the television with the hope of the gospel.

Whether you accept it or not, you have the opportunity to be that person for someone today.

My challenge to you is this:

What rich choices will you make today?

How will your impact on another’s life inspire the hope of the gospel in a seeking world?

As I wrote last week:

“Someone else’s hope rests upon your response to your story. Your story has the power to shine light into someone’s darkness.”

Be hope today. Bring richness. Bring light.


Welcome to Living Richly, where we seek to redefine the meaning of rich. I'm Matt Ham, a speaker, author, and coach. My most treasured title is that of husband, father, and friend. 

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16 Responses to Back to the ’90s

  1. Robby Robbins July 16, 2014 at 12:30 pm #

    Thanks Matt,

    When you look back you can see the design like those books that have connect the dot pictures. In the end we have a picture, thank goodness yours is looking like a _________. Blessing from H-Town

    • Matt Ham July 16, 2014 at 4:16 pm #

      Still understanding what the picture is looking like Robby! By the way, we still need to have our phone call!

      • Robby Robbins July 16, 2014 at 4:39 pm #

        The hold up is my side not yours. thx

  2. Scott July 16, 2014 at 4:13 pm #

    During the 90’s I was in early grade school. My parents did get divorced during that time which was kind of a low point. Soooo…sorry brother, I got nothin’ for ya. I’m a youngin’!

    • Matt Ham July 16, 2014 at 4:16 pm #

      Scott, I imagine your parents divorce was difficult to walk through at that age. On a lighter note, I’m sure you were singing Backstreet Boys by 1999 😉

      • Scott July 16, 2014 at 4:25 pm #

        No way, those were the days when I was finally discovering stuff like AC/DC and Metallica!

        • Matt Ham July 16, 2014 at 5:07 pm #

          Yes! I’m with you on all of that! Check out Jim Breuer’s skit on rock bands singing kids music – hilarious!

          • Scott July 16, 2014 at 11:10 pm #

            Done and done!

  3. Claire McLean July 16, 2014 at 5:26 pm #

    the 90s for me where when i got saved, when i shaved my head, when i did my first missions trip, when i fell in love with pearl jam, learned to drive, learned to fall. i fell in love in the 90s, and had my heart broken. i moved city with nothing to nothing and got my first job. alot of what shapes me was seeded in the 90s. good times, hard times. times.

    • Matt Ham July 17, 2014 at 8:54 am #

      WOW – Jesus, shaved heads, and Pearl Jam. I want to hear more!

      True that times shape us. We have the blessing to choose how. Thanks for choosing wisely, Claire

  4. Chris Peek July 17, 2014 at 8:35 am #

    Great post, Matt. We’re probably about the same age, because I recall nearly every 90’s event that you mentioned. Those events seem like they happened a short time ago. It’s still hard for me to believe were are 15 years removed from 1999.

    The 90’s were the time period when I grew from a boy to a young man. Looking back, I am amazed at the mentors God strategically placed throughout my life in the 90’s – men of God who helped steer me toward the Truth and spared me from making many of the poor choices I could have made.

    • Matt Ham July 17, 2014 at 8:55 am #

      Chris, friend, so great to have ypu stop by. Sounds like we are on kindred paths! Grateful for the mentors and for Godly wisdom.

      Born in ’81 – you?

  5. David Mike July 23, 2014 at 7:16 am #

    So many memories listed in your trek back through the 90’s. It was a crazy time for me because so many things went on in my life during that decade. The first three years I was in prison. After that I went to Cosmetology School and then followed up as an Instructor. A bunch of other stuff happened but the best part about the 90’s was meeting the love of my life! We married in 1999. So the next decade was much better for me. The 90’s were more like growing pains for me!

    • Matt Ham July 23, 2014 at 9:22 am #

      David –
      I love the redemption on the back side of the 90’s for you! How much happens in a decade, yes?


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